His hands are grabbing my waist firmly. The intensity of the grip triggers a jolt of electricity and demands a moan that almost escapes my throat. But I manage to suppress it just in time. He stands up and slides his hands from my waist to my ribs. The previously lifted tank top meets his wrists and without stopping his motion, he starts to pull it up. At first, I thought I wanted him to stop, but my body reacts faster and my arms rise above my head to help him remove that piece of clothing. I blame his fingers and the touch that come with them; they made me do this.
Should I give in and stop worrying?
“Are you out of your fucking little mind?”Life says with a furious face.
No, I’m not. And my mind is not little— you live in it.
“Okay. Alright. Just don’t come knocking for advice later, I warned you.”
The top is completely off. He throws it away and immediately spins me around so I can face him.
Oh, God, he’s so damn tall and beautiful.
My eyes are fixed on his chest. This is good; I’m too embarrassed to look him in the eye. He grabs my chin and pushes my head back to look straight into my eyes. There’s some hesitation in his.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready,” I whisper.
He lets an audible sigh out and without hesitation kisses my lips. The moment our lips meet, I lose the ability to control myself. I feel as if a million feathers are tickling my entire body, only this time it’s not torture, but pleasure. The kiss is not over yet, and our lips break contact for a second to let some air in. We kiss again and this time he goes on a quest to explore my mouth with his tongue.
Holy mother of God!
The tingling sensation invades my mouth and gums, hard, very hard, so hard that the butterflies in my stomach wake up and don’t stop batting their wings.
We’re both lost in the urge we feel now, and every new kiss escalates in terms of passion. His other hand sits on my lower back and pushes me against his chest. I lift my arms and hug him. The hand that pushed me forward is on my ass, moving in circles. He’ll grab it anytime now, and I can’t wait any longer.
He lets out a grunt and grabs my ass so hard, I don’t want him to stop. He breathes and launches another barrage of kissing against me. I fire back with my own. I don’t want him to stop, not now, not ever. Bruno grabs my ass with his other hand and lifts me up. I surround his waist with my legs.
“I want to kiss you until you forget about everything,” he whispers very close to my lips.
“Make me feel a little more, nothing else matters now.”
He walks towards the bed and puts me down on my back. He’s on top of me. Kissing his way down from my neck to my breasts, he removes my bra with caution. A moan gets lose when he sees my boobs.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says through the moans, then starts kissing and grabbing them like they are going to disappear soon.
He pulls back for a second and looks at them in awe. With his hands still around them he dives back into my mouth. A clumsy hand tries to unbutton my pants, a hard task to accomplish, given the situation. It forces him to stop kissing me for a second to get it done. I wiggle my hips to ease my pants loose and before they hit the ground he’s back on top of me. One hand rests on my right thigh and his lips are conquering my belly.
He reaches for my panties.
I’m so excited, I feel I might die of pleasure.
He slowly takes my panties off; I lift my hip to help him do it.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
We stop moving.
Is that coming from the kitchen?
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
There it is again. Someone’s at the back door.
We’re still, frozen in time. “I’m not gonna get that, I don’t want this to end.” He’s so close to my center that my stomach is revving up. His tongue is touching my inner thigh and I lose my fucking head again.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
This time the knocking is louder.
